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Audio_Board_2016-2018 Dozens of audio files. Mom’s voice. Voss’s voice. Crystal clear recordings of private board meetings. Full Client DB Encrypted A massive spreadsheet locked behind a password. Next to it sat a small text file from Mara. Password: Subject17A-LilaReyes Julian typed it in. The file opened. Thousands of names. Payments. Accounts. The real network behind the company. Then another folder: Carla_Termination_Order Inside was a scanned memo. Voss’s signature at the bottom.

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

(Director Finley) He hung up the phone, and instantly as O’Malley took controlled of the computer, she unlocked the files, she was shock sue to the sheer amount of documents in it, and all of it were super top secret. Countless of department logos were in his files, but what stand the most was one file. A large PDF file named High Military Court case, when she opened the file and read the content it bewildered her and made her stuck at her seat, unknowingly as she scroll through the file, her satin blue shirts back were drench with cold sweat.

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

Hold it.. "Sir, where did you learn to say that?" "Hmm, I don't know. Let's see.." He pulls a book out from his pockets, "Fifty Shades of Embroidered Uniform. Sounds familiar to you, Zi Yan?" I squawk, "No." I shake my head fiercely, "Not familiar at all!" Yes! Very familiar! Chapter sixty five, line forty nine! "Oh, is that so?" He pulls out a piece of paper from his sleeves, "What's this? A secret transcript of all the booklets ordered by Miss Yuan Zi Yan?"

I could tell it was important from the impatient looks on their face. It was just two files. One of it had Zara’s name, and the other had Talia’s name. Looking up, I caught the feverish look of excitement on Analide’s face. She sat beside me, waving at me to continue. I opened the documents, and read through, blinking at each information. “This can't be right,” I could hear my voice shaking, and I felt as though my voice was coming from a distance. The words blurred on the screen. I blinked hard, but the lines didn’t change. A pulse started in my throat, wild and harsh and spreads over my body.

Others redirected to blank pages or error screens. Then I saw it. A P*F. No thumbnail image. No description. just a plain title in small black text: *UNTOLD TRUTHS* I frowned. That alone should have made me close the laptop. It sounded dramatic. Fake. Like something written to scare people. But my cursor hovered. And then I clicked. The document opened slowly, page by page, as if it were heavy. The formatting was old-fashioned. No flashy fonts. no images on the first few pages. Just dense text, footnotes, reference, to things I didn’t know existed.

“I’m here on behalf of my client,” Blackwood muttered, his tone flat and unreadable. He unclipped his leather briefcase, reached inside, and pulled out a thick, heavy manila envelope. “Client?” I echoed, forcing a hollow laugh. I shrugged, trying to project a clueless, unbothered front. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Your wife, Mrs. Sterling,” Blackwood responded smoothly. He took two steps forward and dropped the heavy envelope onto the center of my mahogany desk. It landed with a definitive, suffocating thud. “Here it is. You’ve been officially served.”

“And this?” “That’s not mine,” Freeda said. “It’s a copy. He used it.” Nadine leaned back. “Show me.” Freeda pulled one sheet from her bag and slid it across the table. Email header. Attachment list. The file name that made her stomach turn the first time she saw it. Nadine’s eyes moved fast. She stopped on the attachment and looked up. “A signature image,” she said. “Yes,” Freeda answered. “A PNG file.”

Spending three hundred thousand dollars just to humiliate me. While I'm here. Alone. Pregnant. Pathetic. I open my email. Start typing. To: Katherine Morrison, Society Pages Subject: Exclusive - Hale Marriage Documents Katherine, Attached are documents that will be of significant interest to your readers. The Hale-Morrison marriage may not be what it seems. Full contract included. Anonymous source I attach the photos. My finger hovers over send. One click. That's all it takes. One click and Esmeralda's world burns.